Conception of a Rose
There are those that know things that we'll never know.
At conception they were already a thousand years old.
They spoke barbed truths in the wisdom of a whisper
All of their humble predictions coming to divine fruition.
When they leave us, a star becomes dusted with gold
leaving behind both the sweet bramble and salty rose.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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